mindgarden saidLast summer, without asking me, the guy who was renting the old farm house made a deal to host some sort of nude/tantric yoga/massage camp in my orchard. I just stayed away from it. There were tents out under the trees for a couple of days. Apparently he got into some kind of fight with the Yogi, and never thought about details like sharing one little shower and toilet with the whole bunch. It seems that people had paid a couple of Benjamins apiece for the weekend, and were pretty pissed at what they got for it.
Reminds me of when I attended a gay clothing-optional extended annual camp-out for several years. Hosted by a gay farm owner on his property, about 50 of us brought our motorhomes, trailer campers (me), or tents. We did lots of nude activities, like volleyball, hiking and biking.
One guy had a private zoo. He'd bring his trailer with exotic animals. Now picture this, if you possibly can, you'd never believe it if you saw it in a movie:
I'm lying (clothed) in the grass under a big shady oak, watching a nude volleyball game. I'm petting a Siberian tiger cub who's playfully nibbling my fingers, while a huge tortoise is plodding along near my feet. The zoo guy is dressed in a khaki outfit like Jungle Jim, with a big Aussie-style outback hat, leading a camel around the nude playing court, giving guys rides. And yeah, somebody did conduct some nude yoga, but it wasn't very popular then, nor with most of us, so I didn't even pay attention to it.
The farm owner created a makeshift gang shower in his former dairy barn, primitive but fun. He also had porta-johns brought in, because the farm house didn't have enough bathrooms. But more than half of us had our own showers and toilets in our RVs, that tenters could use, too, so we weren't hurting. Our host ran water and electrical lines all around to the assigned campsites, to supply our units.
Of course we all paid a fee to cover his costs and buy food, really rather modest, and we cooked and ate communally, a wonderful shared experience. We even had a daily "duty roster" for cooking assignments, and also for "KP" clean-up afterwards. Being unable to cook I always got the pots & pans.
It was so refreshing, seeing all these professionals with their hands in the dishwater, cheerfully doing KP with me, prominent men who you would also see pictured in the newspapers and on local TV, leaders that the public wouldn't conceive doing these things.
And least of all doing them in the nude. Attorneys, judges, ministers, college professors, physicians, business owners, elected officials, etc. Oh, and 1 beat-up old retired Army Officer. Naturally all "mature" men at that time of life, no young twinks flitting around. I wish I had some photos, but only a couple. Cameras were discouraged, because of the public reputations of some of these guys if they leaked out.
I can understand if the people in that nude yoga retreat were misled about the accommodations. I'd be unhappy, too. But in ours we knew what this was, a bit of roughing-it (if you could call it rough). And it only reinforced my belief that gay men, for all the sissy stereotypes, are as rugged and manly at heart as any straights. No one complained about anything, we just laughed at any difficulties we encountered, a shared brotherhood. Those summer events made me all the prouder to be gay myself. Camels and all.